In the stunned eyes of the three of them, on the Youquan Mansion, two more long rainbows flew out, and nine long rainbows went deep into the sky, in the eyes of the three people, this scene was like a series of thunders, and it exploded.

The three of them couldn't say a word, just stared blankly at the sky.

If they talk about the five long rainbows, they can understand that the cultivation of the Mo Forget may be slightly hidden, and although they are a little surprised when they enter the fifth layer, they can reluctantly accept it. But after the appearance of the Seven Rainbows, they were shocked at the same time, but they couldn't believe that they had forgotten to hide their cultivation.

Especially the final Nine Dao Changhong, it made their hearts tremble, all of this can only be explained by the great fate of the sky, in addition, there is no second choice.

The impact of the Nine Dao Changhong on the three of them was really too great, you must know that even the ancestors of their respective families, when the Mystic Realm was first opened, when they sealed this fragmented continent, they only entered the eighth layer at most.

On the ninth floor, no one can enter.

As Wang Mo walked, the stairs under his feet came to an end, and under one step, his eyes immediately brightened, and where he was located was an attic.

This attic is not big, and there are more than ten wooden lattices on the left and right walls, and in each of them, there is a fairy crystal, which emits a soft light.

On the wall in front of it, there is also a painting with a tree with yellow leaves on half of the tree, and a group of people, both men and women, are sitting around the tree... It's like meditating cross-legged.

In the blank space in the upper left corner of this painting, there is a sentence written in pen and ink.

"Wind, rain, thunder and lightning gathered, the earth moved, the mountains shook, and the sun was cloudy. ”

Looking at this painting, Wang Mo was silent for a moment, unable to see the clue inside, and when it came to the sentence on the painting, he thought it was very interesting.

"Wind and rain, thunder and lightning, this should be said to be a miracle, as for the second half of the sentence, the earth shakes the mountains, the same as the wind, rain, thunder and lightning in front, but this collection of orders and sunny and cloudy, what does it mean..."

Unable to see through the meaning, Wang Mo retracted his gaze and looked in this room, this room was extremely simple, not even a table, except on the ground, there was a stone futon, on which it was deeply sunken, obviously because someone had meditated on it for many years.

Wang Mo took a few steps forward and took a closer look at the futon, this thing was extremely ordinary, nothing unusual, but when Wang Mo touched it, he was stunned to find that his hand had actually penetrated the futon.

Wang Mo frowned slightly, looked at the lattices on the left and right sides, and after a while, his face was a little gloomy.

The previous joy was suddenly swept away.

In the lattice on the left and right sides, although there are fairy crystals, the fairy crystals are like futons, all of them are illusory things, and they don't exist at all.

Under observation, Wang Mo smiled bitterly, he found that everything and all the items here could only be seen, but could not be touched. It's like you're in a fantasy.

"If I knew this was the case, I might as well go to the fourth floor, I guess it would never be like this!" Wang Mo frowned, looked around the room, and finally his eyes fell on the painting in front of him.

After a moment of silence, Wang Mo's eyes flashed, and he sat cross-legged on the ground, staring directly at the painting, and the whole thing fell silent.

"The ninth layer that the Helping World God can come to is by no means so simple, maybe this illusory scene, in my opinion, is so, but in the eyes of the Helping World God, it can be obtained by just raising his hand. So here, it's a little strange to have such a painting. ”

Wang Mo looked at the painting and looked at it carefully.

Time passed little by little, Wang Mo's mentality slowly calmed down, he was unwilling to get nothing on this ninth layer, under the analysis, this painting here is likely to be the key.

He simply let go of his mind and looked at the painting with all his heart, hoping to find clues in it.

Gradually, Wang Mo's expression became calm, he almost couldn't take his eyes off, and his whole mind was absorbed into this painting, silently comprehending. As time passed, Wang Mo slowly closed his eyes.

Although his eyes were closed, the painting was still floating in his mind, and he seemed to have a feeling that the whole person had entered the painting, and after a long time, he opened his eyes and muttered to himself: "No... There was always a diaphragm that made it impossible for me to really blend into the painting. ”

After a moment's silence, his eyes suddenly fell on the man and woman under the tree.

He clearly remembered this group of people before, just meditating and spitting, and there was no mark on their hands, but at this moment, the hands of the man and woman in the painting were pinching the mark.

This discovery made Wang Mo feel refreshed and observed carefully.

Time passed again, and seven days passed in a blink of an eye, and under the key observation, Wang Mo found that the handprints of those men and women would change every two or three hours, but this change was extremely slight, and if you didn't pay full attention to their fingers, it would be difficult to find them at all.

Seven days, Wang Mo took all the handprints of those men and women in mind, on the eighth day, he crossed his knees on the ground, pinched the trick with both hands, and immediately punched out all the handprints, with one handprint, the whole attic suddenly shook, Wang Mo stopped immediately in a daze, looked around carefully, and muttered for a while, and then continued to play the handprints.

Similarly, when the handprint reappeared, the entire attic shook again, as if shrinking.

This discovery surprised Wang Mo, and the handprint sped up, but the attic stopped after a few vibrations. Puzzled, Wang Mo looked at the painting, his hands were printed faster and faster, and he gradually felt as if his body had dissipated, and his whole mind was drifting towards the painting.

When the last handprint was made, Wang Mo only felt a bang in his head, his body was crooked, and he fell to the ground, his immortal spirit was even more shaken, and his eyes were dizzy.

When his eyes were clear, Wang Mo was immediately shocked, and looked around blankly.

All around him was nothingness, and behind him was a large tree, half of which was yellow, and now a breeze blew, and the leaves swayed and rustled.

Looking down, Wang Mo found that he was actually wearing a white robe, and he, when he entered the painting, became one of the men and women cross-legged in the painting!

This scene was too bizarre, Wang Mo stood up and looked at the sky, only to see that in the sky above the right side, there were a few black ink marks, and those ink marks were the lines of words he saw outside the painting.

"Wind, rain, thunder and lightning gathered, and the landslide cracked in the sunny and cloudy. ”

Under Wang Mo's gaze, this line of words immediately changed, forming a drop of ink, like rain falling from the sky and falling around, and in an instant, the surrounding nothingness dissipated, replaced by pieces of noisy sound.

I saw that in the void, a figure appeared, all of whom couldn't see their faces clearly, but after they appeared one by one, they immediately sat down cross-legged, and in the end, around Wang Mo, almost all of them were dense figures.

There were bursts of whispered conversations, but the strange thing was that Wang Mo could hear it, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

After a while, suddenly all the noise suddenly disappeared, and in the void, a person walked out, this person's whole body was also blurred, but his appearance was immediately filled with a coercion.

The man floated in mid-air, sat cross-legged, as if smiling, and a voice came out clearly.

"Today, Lin'er opened painting for the first time for Youquan Mingdi, Feng'er moistened the pen, and called her father to watch, so she simply invited everyone to get together, and when she painted, she listened to her father's chat. That's what my heart is!"

The man said, raised his right hand, and immediately there was a crack wind roaring, this wind turned black, filled the sky, and immediately turned into nine black dragons under the sweep, the sound of the dragon roar and the huge momentum, immediately made the heaven and earth change, especially when the black wind was vertical and horizontal, the nine black dragons opened their mouths in unison, spit out a yin wind, that kind of powerful incredible power, almost made people feel like life is like a candle flame, blown by this wind, immediately extinguished by the fire!

It seems that all the spirits in the world can collapse and die when blown by this wind, and the strange power contained in it has exceeded Wang Mo's imagination.

"This is the Demon Wind! The Demon Wind is like this, it can breathe the fire of all souls!"

Wang Mo's heart was even more shocked, and an unimaginable sharp pain kept coming, as if it was about to be torn apart, and his immortal spirit immediately collapsed and fell apart.

At this moment, a soft force came out of nothingness, and Wang Mo's broken immortal spirit was rolled up under a volume, and a clear voice smiled: "The magic of the demon god is extraordinary, this magic and magic wind, this god will take this as the title, written on the painting of Lin'er, this painting is included in the ninth layer of the Youquan Mansion, if there is a heavenly fate in the future, it will be felt in the painting, whether you can understand this technique, it depends on its heavenly fate!"

At the same time as this voice appeared, Wang Mo's broken immortal spirit was rolled up, as if it had become ink, and he was swept away with a pen, and two words were written.

"Demon Wind!"

At the same time, a strong force came out of these two words, Wang Mo's immortal spirit recondensed, was bounced out, and a flower flew out of the painting in front of his eyes, and returned to the attic room and fell to the ground.

Wang Mo's body was shocked, and he opened his eyes, showing horror in his eyes, and there was still the lingering sound in the painting in his ears.

"This, is this the fate of heaven..."Wang Mo took a deep breath and looked at the paintings on the wall in a daze, everything just now felt extremely real to him.

"Demon God... Feng'er... And the Lin'er who painted..."Wang Mo stared at the painting, but at this moment he finally saw that he seemed to be somewhat familiar with the style of this painting......

After being silent for a long time, Wang Mo stood up, didn't look at the immortal crystals in the surrounding lattice, and turned to leave. Compared to the divine magic he had obtained in his mind at the moment, everything on the ninth layer was immediately dimmed.

When he walked out of the ninth floor, stairs appeared under Wang Mo's feet, and he walked down slowly, still in a trance in his eyes, as if he had not completely recovered from the scenes in the painting.

"Divine art, magic wind!" Wang Mo muttered to himself, followed the stairs and walked to the bottom, and with one step, the whole person disappeared without a trace......